Stress

This week has been so long already.  Yesterday, my husband turned his resignation at his current job which he has had nearly 15 years (since he was just out of high school).  He was offered a new job last week, but leaving the old place is really hard on him.

This morning, our two dogs went missing.  For a half an hour.  That is a LONG time to not know where your dogs are.  Luckily, they stayed together and were caught by some guys at an auto shop before they crossed the busy street.   (Those guys will get pie for sure!) So, this morning I went on a really frazzled run in the rain, then buried a good cry so I could get to work.  I can't even begin to say how relieved I am that we got the dogs back.  I was so scared there would be a call about finding one of them but not the other,  or that they'd both get hit, or... you know... all the scenarios a person can possibly think of between the time they realize their fenced in yard wasn't good enough and the time their phone rings with news.

I am hoping to change jobs as well in the next couple of months, but so far I'm not at a good place to leave.   The good news is, that my husband's new insurance will cover me, unlike his old job, so health insurance isn't as big of a deal...  maybe I'll examine starting my own business a little closer.   It makes sense with a new baby.  Not many people take more than the allotted 12 weeks anymore, but it really would be nice to raise my own kid instead of paying someone else to raise them while I work all day to make the money to pay them.

So, anyhow... I know stress isn't really super helpful when you are trying to make babies, but here I am nonetheless.  One giant stressball.